I See, But Cannot Reach, The Height

My Designs And Labors And Aspirations Are My Only Friends.

Many A Poem Is Marred By A Superfluous Verse.

Every Human Heart Is Human.

Art Is The Child Of Nature.

Were Half The Power That Fills The World With Terror, Were Half The Wealth Bestowed On Camps And Courts, Given To Redeem The Human Mind From Error, There Were No Need Of Arsenals Or Forts.